Resurrection Kisses by George Wallace

Reading Resurrection Kisses, I found myself singing along with the music in my head, because I could hear the music of his words in my mind. George “opens the chrysanthemum.” He rides a slow-moving train. He is “a monstrous scallop that fantails through your murky waters.” Get the picture? Hear the music? His lyrical bloodline reaches back, through Dylan, through Kerouac, through Whitman all the way back through the balladeers and troubadours to the rhapsodes of ancient Greece. Like every holy thing, these are songs waiting to be sung. Dance with this book and listen, and you will know the soulful voice of a true poet.
—Tommy Twilite, Twilite’s Poetry Pub, Valley Free Radio WXOJ Northampton MA

Every image as innocent and pure as a white tablecloth. There is love and sensuous longing and French poetry in the air.
—Barbara Ann Branca, poet, musician

Resurrection Kisses are song lyrics that have their origins in George's poetry. These (mostly) love songs are exuberant and voluptuous. Some are more compact, little more than impassioned chants with no obvious rhyme schemes, or mini-travelogues to exotic places on the ground and in the heart. Most possess George's expected lyrical electricity, as he writes in "O! My Honey,” let's get intravenous honey / let's get fundamental let's get holy. Enjoy these ageless songs and hymns, they reflect his lifelong romance with words, the world, and those he embraced along the way.
—John Macker author of Desert Threnody and Alchemy of Headwinds

This is a poet using all the resources at his disposal to make his vision come to life. And this comes to life.
—MT Pariti, poet, editor